CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Richard’s POV

The auctioneer’s final call was still ringing in my ears when the hall erupted into a chorus of murmurs and applause. I stood there, amidst the throng of tailored suits and gleaming cufflinks, with the faintest of smiles hiding the rush of adrenaline. The crowd parted for me, a sea of faces awash with astonishment as they came forward to shake my hand, to slap my back, to utter words of hollow congratulations.

"Richard! That was a bold move!" exclaimed a portly man with a cigar wedged between his fingers, his eyes filled with respect.

I offered him a sly grin, feeling the surge of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "Sometimes, you have to play big to win big," I replied, accepting his hearty handshake. I could feel the weight of every gaze as I stood there, the victorious bidder at $50 million.

Flashes from cameras danced around me like fireflies on a summer’s night. Reporters, eager for a scoop, were weaving through the crowd to reach me. "Richard, what’s your
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